disgusted with myself. de sms sound so fake to me. and i wrote something like tat.
i am hurt, bt yet i pretend i'm nt. a brave front. a defense mechanism. wadeva u call tat.
arh. my tone suggest tat i dun care. dun care at all. and try as i might to convince my self of tat, i cannt.
i care too much too deeply. it dosen't help matters tat i'm estrangled by .........
i tink i try too much to maintain tat uncaring facade. too much tat my intention is obvious.
perhaps its de innate need to be constantly in de centre of attention. perhaps.
arhhhh. i dunno LAH HECK LA!
